SAN FRANCISCO

I had a dream of San Francisco,
battling wind out on the bridge.
Why does my mind take me there?
Why do I want to be alone?

Then up splashing came a mist,
but I was already wet.
Is time playing in reverse?
Has this dream not happened yet?

I don’t need to wake up.
I can’t stand to be alone.
But I’m so good at falling…
Do you think the water’s cold?

I have heard the sea in San Francisco
is so frozen it’s like burning.
If I jump from this behemoth
how long will I be turning
before I hit the waves?
Before I’m drowned awake?

Then I had a dream of Oakland.
I could see the bridge across.
Take me back to San Francisco
just in case my eyes fall open.

Why am I with so many people
who are offering themselves to me?
The place across the bay is better,
but so is every place I see.

I don’t need to wake up.
I can’t stand to be alone.
But I’m so good at falling…
Do you think the water’s cold?

I have heard the sea in San Francisco
is so frozen it’s like burning.
If I jump from this behemoth
how long will I be turning
before I hit the waves?
Before I’m drowned awake?

How much longer do I have to sleep?
There is no sense of time in dreams.
When I wake, who will be next to me
to say, “good morning,”
“welcome home,”
and “sweet dreams”?

I have heard the sea in San Francisco
is so frozen it’s like burning.
If I jump from this behemoth
how long will I be turning?

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